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Confusing room

I’m in a colourless room, but colourless doesn’t mean empty, not at all.
Because it’s full, full of people, full of aspirations, full of dangers, full of dreams, full of feelings. Yet, where am I in that room? Standing barefoot on a strange surface.

This surface is burning hot, and is shaking too. But the worst thing about it is that it’s sucking me in, absorbing me slowly like quicksand. There are only two possible escapes from this suffocating place. They are both escalators going different directions. I can’t decide which one to take; there’s no right or wrong (or at least I can’t see it) .

On both of them, different feelings, people, situations… float. But I still don’t know where to go. As time goes by, the escalators are moving all of these floating creatures further, further away from me. They are fading away and so am I because of that quicksand I’m on.

I know it’s a matter of choosing one escalator and running, but I can’t make up my mind. It seems harder and harder to escape. It is then I realize I’m stuck.

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Hey everyone! My name is Elisa and I'm a fourteen year old spanish girl. I'm currently living abroad and this international experience has surely changed how I view the world, how I think, what I believe, and who I am. I have a huge passion for words (well that sounds very... cliche, but it's true) no matter the language. I enjoy the fact that different languages have different "personalities" in them, and it's all because of culture. It's almost as if you are a completely different person when you speak a different language. The same idea is understood and comes across in a different manner, therefore the meaning and the "feeling" behind it is different. I guess that's why people that have similar cultural backgrounds and thus, speak the same language have some sort of ressemblance in some aspects. Speaking for myself, I love writing and reading in both Spanish and English because it enables me to convey, give out and broadcast different thoughts in different ways, and hence different sides of myself.
But why do I love words so much? Through words, we convey feelings, people, ideas, and everything in our lives which matters. It's our form of communication for all the above. As a person, I love people, ideas, and feelings. I'm really oriented towards these three things, because there is no one that is exactly the same as someone else. Everyone is different, unique, and each one has great ideas and a great character which distinguishes him/her from the rest. I don't know, but this area of life fascinates me, it's almost what I think completes my life. I live for people and by people. For the small things (or not so small), laughter, smiles, passions, dreams, bonds, goals, nature itself, love, trust people...
That was an insight to how I think and how I see life really, but more about myself... Well, I have my crazy side. I do the most random stuff at the most random places. Hahaha! I only do this with the people I can really let go with though. I play basketball, I listen to music, I'm just a typical teenager, really. A teenager who panics and gets stressed out easily and who gets carried away by emotions more than she should. A teenager looking for self-acceptance, rather than change.